FTI lyrics
by YSB OG
[Intro]
(f*ck the industry, n*gga)
(Ayy, Yuney, fire that sh*t up)
Aight
[Verse]
Don't play it if you greasy, b*tch
Foenem just came home, we finna turn up, get it lit
Throw your ass a party, then turn around and send a blitz
Geeking 'round the lobby, lil' momma bust it, doing splits
Six-hunnid, that's for one zip
Rolling back to back on some dumb sh*t
Stuff five grams in a wood like, f*ck it
Sliding all in traffic, b*tch, we thugging in public
Real dope dealer, b*tch, we sell controlled substance
I re-rock the brick, and my eyes wasn't even open
Cuz hit my line, said, "Is that backdoor open?"
Smoking on some jungle boys, boy, this sh*t smoking
A hunnid P's in, get 'em gone, got 'em floating
I'm in L.A. getting high as a blimp
Takе a trip to the Raq, pop out with the stick
Foenеm going crazy, they got .30's and them blicks
Them folksnem got fifties and hunnid round clips
Send a n*gga fly high, long live the fly guy
Talk down on the gang, he must not be a wise guy
You ever seen a n*gga brains make a momma cry-cry?
Flexing on my exes in that foriegn, tell 'em, "Bye-bye"
Soulja hating ass n*ggas, I can see you over there
When a real n*gga get in the room, all they do is stare
b*tch, that not no bussdown, boy, that sh*t got a glare
Know folksnem still taking sh*t, man, they really don't care
[Outro]
(f*ck the industry, n*gga)
(Ayy, Yuney, fire that sh*t up)